From the Heavens Descended an Immortal Sister

Chapter 74: Chapter 72: Only Asura, Not Wounded God (Part 1)_1

Among the corpses strewn about, only Fang Ren remained. He laughed for a very long time before suddenly sitting expressionlessly atop the sea of blood, his head gently tilted, hands limp as if everything before his eyes had lost its flavor.

Hum——

Just then, the sea of blood began to churn, swallowing all the mountains of corpses and seas of bones. Fang Ren watched quietly, as if he was somewhat anticipating what would come next.

Whoosh——

A streak of silver light flashed, and the entire sea of blood turned into a calm white mirror, leaving only whiteness in the sky above. The surrounding cliffs vanished without a trace, and all one could see was boundless white.

Suddenly, there was only him left between heaven and earth. He began to rise to his feet and look around, as the skeleton that was left of his body slowly grew flesh and blood, gradually covering all the white bones.

At last, skin began to form, and sight, smell, hearing, touch... all the senses were restored to their original state. His entire person reverted to being unscathed.

No longer was there the strong smell of fresh blood; the air was very fresh.

Fang Ren touched the familiar skin on his arm, a slight smile appeared on his face, "What else is there? Bring it all on."

Thump!

No sooner had he spoken than he was pulled into the mirror, and then countless lights from all over the world shone towards him incessantly.

He began to frown slightly, the world in front of him a blinding white, seeing no existence of any object, including his own hands.

"Blind?"

Fang Ren didn't care much; he could completely control himself without any senses to do anything he could do before.

The light grew more and more intense. His body was not scorched by the fierce light, nor did he feel any heat, but his entire person was abnormally irritated and in pain.

This feeling did not originate from the body but from the consciousness, or to be more precise, the soul.

"The flesh has been cut and bones have been picked, now comes the purification of the soul?"

Fang Ren sneered disdainfully. What kind of pain hadn't he experienced? Was he afraid of this agony?

However, not even ten seconds had passed, and he scrunched up his entire face. He found that this thing was nothing like he had imagined,

He didn't care about the pain, but this irritating feeling just couldn't be suppressed, like millions of ants crawling chaotically over his heart, not letting him find peace.

The feeling continued to worsen, he clenched his teeth. He started to go mad and wanted to reach out and destroy his body, letting his pain offset this restless feeling. But he then realized he could not move at all.

"Ah!"

He yelled in frenzy, capable of enduring extreme physical suffering, but the refining of his soul had just begun.

It was as if he had returned to the depths of that sea of blood, the conflict deepening continuously, and his entire brain went insane, only this time everything surrounding him was bright.

He could spew every curse in a rant, but it was futile.

The cycle began again.

Every time his consciousness endured to the limit, it would restart, each time tormenting him immensely; seconds felt like years.

Time passed, an unknown amount of time, an unknown number of cycles, hundreds, thousands, tens of thousands...

He went from frenzy to breakdown, from breakdown to numbness, from numbness to indifference.

...

Eventually, he just stood there, nonchalantly, his brow unknitted, teeth not clenched, the torment on his soul beginning to turn into something so mundane in his mind.

Bang——

He was thrown onto the surface of the mirror. He lay there dazed, his eyes starting to regain their vision. Looking at the calm white surroundings, he did not feel any comfort.

Now, the only thought left in his mind was the original purpose of coming here: he would marry Mu Huanqing, he would get revenge on Xia Fu Lan, he would avenge himself against his second uncle; he would crush the "responsibility" imposed upon her from their moral high ground.

Smack smack——

As he lay there dazed, a familiar sound came from not far beside him. He turned his head, only to see Qianye gazing at him with a troubled look.

He saw a city besieged by a large army, where soldiers exchanged and slaughtered their own children for food; he saw a woman find pleasure in front of her dead husband with another man; he saw an official tie up his wife and send her to another man's bed in exchange for a promotion; he saw a skeletal woman throw her flesh and blood into fire to fill her stomach...

Countless scenes of unimaginable evil played out before him, his nerves shocked like never before. His heart was in turmoil; he covered his ears and closed his eyes, trying to flee, but he could still see the images, and the sounds still reached his ears.

Whoosh—

Suddenly, a vine wrapped around him and yanked him into the mirror.

Crack—

All the scenes before his eyes shattered, and all the noises in his ears abruptly ceased.

Gritting his teeth, he opened his eyes to find himself back in the blood-red tunnel, with Qianye looking at him with concern at his feet.

"Sins incarnate... What would happen if I endured it in there?" Fang Ren asked Qianye, shivering inside.

Qianye touched the nearby stele, and a line of text began to emerge: Heartless and desireless, a heart harder than stone, facing utmost evil without feeling, confronting the highest good without sincerity.

With a complex look on his face, Fang Ren shook his head and said, "Is that even human?"

Qianye looked at him, then shook her head slightly and carved two characters into the stele: Wounded God.

"The Wounded God is this..."

Fang Ren let out a small sigh, suddenly understanding why Qianye had stopped him before. He still wanted to marry Mu Huanqing, and he still desired revenge.

If he were to shoulder the weight of all sins, he would probably feel nothing for Mu Huanqing, nor anger over the assassination plots from the right wing of the Fang Family. He wouldn't even be human anymore.

"In Earth's legends, Immortals are also devoid of emotion. What then, is the Way of the so-called True Immortal?" Fang Ren asked as he looked at her.

"Heh ha! Heh ha!"

Qianye suddenly began running out, and the Asura Gate began appearing before her. Fang Ren followed her out of the Asura Gate.

Outside the gate, Qianye suddenly used a vine to bind him and flew up into the sky.

What Fang Ren saw were countless massive vines, each ending with a gate, each gate inscribed with various characters. Each gate represented a different Path.

HIs heart was shaken. There were endless vines here, and Taoist principles were limitless. He never knew there could be so many different paths in the world.

After what felt like a very long time, Qianye brought Fang Ren to the top of this boundless tree.

Qianye began talking beside him again, making "heh ha" sounds, but he couldn't understand a word.

"Can a True Immortal possess passions and desires?" Fang Ren asked.

Qianye paused for a moment and then suddenly jumped onto his head, gathering light in her hands and patting his head.

Immediately, a flood of information poured into his brain.

A while later, a slight smile emerged on Fang Ren's lips.

The Taoist principles of this world were infinite, including those that embraced emotion as a path.

The so-called True Immortal was mysterious, possessing eternal life and the supreme Taoist principles, capable of destroying worlds and traversing different dimensions on their own.

But above that... there seemed to be even higher beings.

Fang Ren didn't dwell on these thoughts. He just wanted to resolve his own world and his own matters.

Moreover, according to the information from Qianye, becoming a True Immortal would take thousands to tens of thousands of years, an opportunity that was virtually unattainable.

Whether he could live that long was in question; why worry about such things?

Gradually, everything in the world before him began to disappear, and his consciousness became blurry...

Qianye's voice came to his ears.

Fang Ren slowly opened his eyes and saw the morning light shining through the window. He was still standing in Uncle Han's room, with Qianye perched atop his head.

His gaze slowly fell on the few characters Qianye had carved on the table, and the corners of his mouth lifted into a slight smile.